Everlasting Dragon Emperor

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Lu Ming sneered. This cold-sword spirit is also shameless enough.

In the battle with Jiaolong before, in order to escape his life, regardless of the life and death of others, let others resist him to escape from Jiaolong.

In fact, if the strength of the cold sword spirits is desperate to resist the Jiaolong for a while and delay until the red monsters arrive, they should be ok, but he will not do that. He would rather let others fill it with his life. You can protect yourself as much as possible.

Now, he actually wants to do this again, let Lu Ming use his life to kill Jiaolong, and after killing the dragon, then call Xie Nianqing to attack Zhenji, is it really a fool?

If you don’t agree, you will threaten.

"Old guy, I have a shortcoming. I hate people threatening me. The more people threaten me, the more I will confront him. As I said before, I just understand some inscriptions. Now, it has been too long, the power has been greatly reduced, and the energy of the spiritual crystal has been exhausted in some places. It seems that I will add some spiritual crystal into it."

Lu Ming said lightly.

"Darling, do you dare?"

The cold sword spirits have a cold face.

"Don't you dare? You are a fart in my eyes!"

Lu Ming pouted and flew towards the square.

On the side of the square, there are some potholes, that is, the formation base, on which are inlaid with dense and superb spiritual crystals.

But some of the spirit crystals have broken and lost their spirituality, and there is no energy at all.

Lu Ming pointed at a pit and flicked his finger. The useless spirit crystal in the pit flew out, and a good intact spirit crystal appeared in Lu Ming's hand. With a wave of his hand, the best spirit crystal was embedded in the pit Among.

The inscription around the pit was slightly brighter.

"Stop, you stop!"

The cold swordsman roared.

"Stop, yes, kneel down and beg me!"

Lu Ming turned his head and smiled slightly at the Han Dao Ling.

"Kneel down and beg you? Little beast, what are you? Dare to ask my old man to kneel and beg you."

The Han Dao Ling shuddered for a moment, and then came a roar.

"Even if you don't kneel!"

Lu Ming's fingers kept moving, taking out the useless Needy Spirit Crystals, and inlaid the intact Needy Spirit Crystals into it. His speed was very fast. Soon, Lu Ming inlaid hundreds of Needy Spirit Crystals.

The inscriptions of the large array are getting brighter and more powerful.

"Little beast, I will not kill you, I swear not to be human!"

The cold sword spirit's killing opportunity, Binghan biting, hated Lu Ming to the bone marrow.

Roar!

At this time, Jiaolong shouted earth-shatteringly, and stepped towards the square.

As soon as it moved, the inscriptions ran wildly, and countless inscriptions, like being alive, turned into a handle sword and sword, and went towards the dragon's crazy beheading.

Jiaolong roared, a Fangtian painted halberd appeared in his hand, wide open and closed, desperately resisting the surrounding attacks.

Obviously, Jiaolong is very decisive, he knows to continue, the situation will be more and more unfavorable to it, he will desperately rush out of the big battle.

boom! boom! ...

The swords, swords, and powerful terrors transformed by the inscriptions are numerous, and seem to be endless, constantly slashing against the dragon.

puff!

Even though the dragon defense was amazing, it was still broken by the sword and cut a hole, blood flowing.

But Jiaolong regardless of whether to ignore, crazy outward shock.

Every step it stepped out, the white jade ground, roared, countless inscriptions, enveloped the dragon, and finally turned into flames, wrapped the dragon in it.

Roar!

With a shouting roar, the dragon turned into its original form, but it only became a dozen meters long. It shot a blue divine light all over his body, and Fang Tianhua halberds.

Even so, every time Jiaolong steps out a meter, there will be another wound on his body, and at the same time, he will also face the burning of flames.

"It is worthy of Jiaolong, such a powerful body!"

Lu Ming marveled.

In the face of such offensive, if the Terran Warrior might not be able to support it, but the Jiaolong, stiffly stood still, constantly striking outward, closer and closer to the outside of the large formation.

"Damn!"

The cold sword spirits and the old red monsters are very anxious.

If the dragon is going out first, the treasure in the hall will fall into the dragon's hand.

"Xiaoqing, our advanced hall!"

Lu Ming's face also changed, if he waited for Jiaolong to come out, with their fighting power, he was not an opponent.

The two rushed towards the hall along the square.

"stop!"

The dragon screamed, and the two dragon horns radiated a brilliant light. Two blue divine lights, like two sharp swords, shot through the inscriptions and shot towards the landing Ming.

Lu Ming's block with an infinite dragon gun, and huge power, made Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing's bodies retreat backwards.

Buzz!

The infinite dragon gun kept shaking in the hand, but it was fortunate that it was a six-pole spirit soldier. If it was a fifth-grade spirit soldier, it was crushed just now.

Jiaolong Changxiao, regardless of injury, crazy outward impact, speed greatly increased.

With just a few breaths, Jiaolong actually rushed out of the inscriptions, but in return, he was covered with scars.

There are at least dozens of scars on the dragon body, the dragon scale is torn, the flesh is blurred, and some wounds have exposed white bones, and even the bones have been cut open, but the dragon's flesh is too strong, and the vitality is strong. Terrible, such a serious injury, but the breath was weaker, and did not fall.

It glanced at Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing, and did not start, but rushed towards the hall.

"This Jiaolong rushed towards the main hall so eagerly, there must be some treasures in it, let's go in and see!"

Lu Ming said to Xie Nianqing.

Xie Nianqing also nodded.

Although Jiaolong was powerful, it was too heavy to maintain its peak combat power. If Jiaolong shot against them, the two of them would be sure to flee, so they dare to follow.

The two followed Jiaolong and rushed towards the hall.

"Damn, **** little beast!"

The Cold Sword Spirits roared. They did not dare to break as hard as the Jiaolong. They were not as strong as the Jiaolong.

Uh! Uh!

Lu Ming, Xie Nianqing and Jiao Long rushed into the hall one after the other.

The hall is very wide. As soon as he burst into the hall, Lu Ming felt a huge pressure, and even his bloodline in Jiulong was agitated, and Lu Ming's spine was filled with red light.

"That is..."

Lu Ming looked at the center of the hall in shock.

There was a mass of blood suspended, and there were small real dragons on the surface of the mass of blood, which were constantly swimming away, and a huge pressure came out.

This pressure, like the pressure of the ancestors of all beasts and the king of kings, is terrifying, and can make all things subdued.

"True Dragon, Blood of the True Dragon!"

Lu Ming hadn't spoken yet, and he shouted at once on his shoulder.

True dragon blood, yes, this blood is true dragon blood.

Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing were shocked.

They had never imagined that in the palace of colorful real people, there would actually be a blood of a real dragon, and this blood of a real dragon obviously seemed to have just flowed from the real dragon and had spirituality.

This value is high.